Taytim

Taytim smiled at Rodrigo’s words and touched him gently with her nose in thanks. It never would have crossed her mind the man would not uphold his promise to her, or her filly. She had grown up in a life where such loyalty was defined as a ‘herd’ and could not be found outside of it. Since being away from her homeland she had come to learn different views of life from so many different sources. Before her stood two examples of contrasting lives that she never could have imagined in her naive past. With each day that passed she could feel bits of her live fall behind her with only the strongest values holding firm. It excited her that she could rely on those values; honor, loyalty, kindness… and had found others around her who could help teach those traits to her child, whether they be a herd or a band of companions. Somewhere, she wondered which label was stronger, or if they merely meant different.

Taika tilted her tiny head at Ysabella in curiousity. “Are you the star god?” In her mind, if someone was going to teach her to defend herself against a creature, they could easily be that creature. How else would they know what to do? She would have no idea how to fight off a butterfly, it had wings and she did not. “Does a god have wings?”

The mare opened her mouth to attempt to answer when another voice joined their group. She blinked in surprise and slowed her mind to interpret what the new mare was saying, but picked up on the speech fairly decently. Taika, however, did not. “What did she say, Momma?” The filly whispered to her mother, a little frightened by the new arrival.

“She said you do not need to worry about gods, they have their own things to deal with. As long as you don’t upset them. Like most things in the world.” The young mare jumped at this chance to teach the filly some things and bring her back to a worldly level, hoping to save the higher spirits for a time when she was more suited to talk about them. Or at least a time when the filly had a grasp on simpler concepts first. “Some people believe that, others do not.” She had met a couple of such who had been convinced deities were out to destroy them. As much as she wanted her daughter to one day meet these individuals, she wanted to ease her into that point of view.

Thinking about this information, Taika narrowed her eyes in contemplation and studied the adults around her. She went over and lipped at the new mare’s white mane, bouncing a little to reach the locks. It reminded her more of the moon and stars than Ysabella did.

“Pleasure to meet you, Geirdriful. We are travellers that got...trapped.” She looked sheepishly over at Rodrigo, still sorry she had led him to being Ysabell’s clutches.

“I think you are wrong.” Taika declared, lifting herself and using her knees to brace herself against Geirdriful’s shoulders, tangling herself in the mare’s mane. She had never seen a mane in a lighter color. “I think I think Geer-ear-de-ful-lul looks more like a star than Sa-bella-yah-zin-nina-ka.”

~:Mare

~:Morgan Mutt

~:14.2hh

~:Black Chestnut

~:4 Years